It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
But that makes me tend to leave my sleep and bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forget words and vows and the ink stains that I've dried upon some time
That keeps you in the back rows by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mindIt's not clinging to the Brocks and I'll be playing on their columns now, that binds me
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkingIt's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I'll walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the back rows by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you just stumbled on my mindNow that we feel, time to close the lines and the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's crying to her mother cause she turned and I was goneI still might run in silence, tears of joy might sting my face
And the summer sunlight burn me til I'm loved
But not to bear, I cannot see you walking on the back roads by the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I dipped my cup of soup back from the gerglin crack when Cal runned to some train yard
Might better off, went cold cal and a dirty hair pulled lone cross my face
Threw cup cans round the tin can, I'll pretend I'd hold you to my breast and fine
Like you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling and you're gentle on my mind
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